| A child was born into this world
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| With great emotion he was loved
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| The evil seed slept in his body
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| Spreading its roots before the glory
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| The hell was risen when he was twelve
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| The squeeze of the trigger was a move he did well
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| So he killed his parents killed his friends
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| with black spirit he filled himself
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| Soon he was taken in custody
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| But the inner seed was so well-rooted
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| He needed more the evil doer
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| With terminal intensity operation was made
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| His ties were broken and the doors opened
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| With terminal intensity and hardened heart
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| Now walking among us a voice in his head
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| He has an agenda a secret mission
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| taking orders from higher levels
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| Fighting a battle for you and me So we can live in our world of dreams
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| Tottering on the edge of the grave
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| Facing violence every day
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| Causes the new set of priorities
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| Kills with a pleasure every day
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| And the hindbrain behind will be safe
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| From the extra people to play his game
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| Wrapping himself up in mystery
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| With terminal intensity the plan was made
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| But there is no control in evils way
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| With terminal intensity all hell´s breaking loose
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| No-one can control how evil moves
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| Unestrained anger deep inside
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| Turns himself against the person of high
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| But will be killed in the name of law
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| And the voice in his head will be gone |